Bang (Blast Brothers #2) - Sabrina Stark Page 0,58
I hesitated. "No. Not a pint. Something bigger and better."
At those words, bigger and better, my stupid eyes dipped toward his crotch – not because I was looking to make a point, but because, well, my eyes just lost track of the conversation, that's all.
And now I felt like a total idiot, even as I jerked my gaze upward to announce, "And just for the record, I'm still talking about ice cream."
From the look on his face, he was far from convinced. "Is that so?"
"Yes. And I'm trying to make a point if you'll listen."
"Go ahead," he said. "I'm all ears."
No. He wasn't all ears. He was a glorious hunk of masculine perfection – with a perfect face, a perfect body, and a perfect knowledge of how to use all those assets to turn girls like me into jelly.
As I stared up at him, visions from our night together drifted through my brain. But it wasn't his face, or even his incredible body, that made my pulse quicken in the shadows. It was the way he'd made me feel, all warm and tingly, right down to my toes.
And now I was all distracted. Desperately, I tried again. "Alright, let's say it's the middle of the night, and there's this ice cream. But you're not planning to lick it…" I cringed. "I mean eat it."
Dang it.
His lips twitched at the corners. "Uh-huh."
"And I don't mean cannibalism."
As I spoke, it wasn't lost on me that my metaphor was a minefield of dangerous innuendos, especially considering that any "eating" had been on Mason's part, not mine.
At the memory, I felt a frustrating warmth settle in my core, making my resolve falter, just as I'd feared.
After all, I'd been sticking to my own bedroom for a reason.
And now, Mason looked dangerously close to smiling.
I told him, "It's not funny."
"Am I laughing?"
"No. But you want to. I can tell."
His voice softened in the night. "Trust me. That's not what I want to do."
I felt myself swallow. "Then what do you want?"
When he replied, his voice was more tender than I'd ever heard it. "First, I want to hear what's wrong."
Chapter 35
Cami
He couldn’t truly want to know. And yet, he looked so sincere that my stomach gave a traitorous flutter. None of this was going how I'd planned.
In my mind, I'd envisioned him reacting with cold indifference or worse, utter contempt, the kind he'd shown to Livia back in Petoskey when she'd been slobbering all over him.
But now, as he gazed down at me, he didn't look contemptuous at all. If anything, he looked concerned.
For me?
It almost looked that way.
Or more likely, I was simply getting swept away by my own emotions – the kind I'd been trying to ignore for weeks now.
But was it any wonder? The night was clear and cold, with a nearly full moon and a sky filled with stars. And yet, none of this could compare to Mason's incredible eyes as he gazed down at me with a look that made my pulse quicken in spite of all my good intentions.
I gave myself a mental slap. This was no time to let down my guard. Mason was notoriously ruthless. And, if I hadn't known this already, he'd made it perfectly clear in the pantry, when he'd explained the consequences I'd face if I failed to keep my emotions in check.
It was time to get to the point already.
I took a deep breath and plunged onward. "Alright, here's the thing. You remember that ice cream? In my story, I mean?"
"I remember."
"Well, sometimes, you know in advance you shouldn't eat it. And you especially shouldn't eat the whole thing. But it's the middle of the night, and it sounds soooo good. And you're thinking, 'I'll just have a little bit.' Or maybe you're thinking, 'Okay, I'll eat the whole thing, but it won't be so bad, because I'll hit the gym extra hard in the morning. Or maybe I'll make up for it by giving up ice cream entirely for the next week, or the next month. Or even forever–'"
"Why?"
"What?" I shook my head. "What do you mean why?"
"I mean, why give it up?"
"Because you can't have ice cream all the time."
"Why not?"
"Isn't it obvious?" I tried to laugh. "It's incredibly bad for you, especially in large doses." And I did mean large.
But Mason looked unconvinced. "Is that so?"
"Sure," I said. "And in case it wasn't clear, you're the ice cream."